She felt her stomach constrict. She guessed it wasn't too hard to figure it out, but she'd been so wrapped up in her own feelings, she'd barely had time to consider what Cam thought about the two of them.
"You don't really know either of us," Cam said, standing and stepping away, "but you're prepared to choose right now, huh?"
It was presumptuous of him to assume he was even still in the running. Especially after last night. That he could think there was some contest between him and Daniel.
Then Cam crouched before her on the bench. His face was different—pleading, earnest—as he cupped her hands in his.
Luce was surprised to see him so wound up. "I'm sorry," she said, pulling back. "It just happened."
"Exactly! It just happened. What was it, let me guess—last night he looked at you some new romantic way. Luce, you're rushing into a decision before you even know what's at stake. There could be… a lot at stake." He sighed at the confused look on her face. "I could make you happy."
"Daniel makes me happy."
"How can you say that? He won't even touch you."
Luce closed her eyes, remembering the tangle of their lips last night on the beach. Daniel's arms encircling her. The whole world had felt so right, so harmonious, so safe. But when she opened her eyes now, Daniel was nowhere to be seen.
It was only Cam.
She cleared her throat. "Yes, he will. He does."
Her cheeks felt warm. Luce pressed a cool hand to them, but Cam didn't notice. His hands curled into fists.
"Elaborate."
"The way Daniel kisses me is none of your business." She bit her lip, furious. He was mocking her.
Cam chuckled. "Oh? I can do just as good as Grigori," he said, picking up her hand and kissing the back of it before abruptly letting it drop back at her side.
"It was nothing like that," Luce said, turning away.
"How about this, then?" His lips grazed her cheek before she could shrug him off.
"Wrong."
Cam licked his lips. "You're saying Daniel Grigori actually kissed you the way you deserve to be kissed?" Something in his charcoal eyes was beginning to look baleful.
"Yes," she said, "the best kiss I've ever had." And even though it had been her only real kiss, Luce knew that if you asked her again in sixty years, a hundred years, she would say the same thing.
"And yet here you are," Cam said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Luce didn't like what he was insinuating. "I'm only here to tell you the truth about me and Daniel. To let you know that you and I—"
Cam burst out laughing, a loud, hollow cackle that echoed across the empty cemetery. He laughed so long and hard, he gripped his sides and wiped a tear away from his eyes.
"What's so funny?" Luce said.
"You have no idea," he said, still laughing.
Cam's you-wouldn't-get-it tone wasn't far off from the one Daniel had used last night when, almost inconsolable, he kept repeating, "It's impossible." But Luce's reaction to Cam was entirely different. When Daniel walled her out, she felt even more of a pull toward him. Even when they argued, she yearned to be with Daniel more than she ever wanted to be with Cam. But when Cam made her feel like an outsider, she was relieved. She didn't want to be any closer to him.
In fact, right now she felt too close.
She'd had enough. Gritting her teeth, she rose and stalked toward the gates, angry at herself for wasting even this much time.
But Cam caught up to her, swinging around in front of her and blocking her exit. He was still laughing at her, biting his lip, trying not to. "Don't go," he chuckled.
"Leave me alone."
"Not yet."
Before she could stop him, Cam caught her up in his arms and bent her backward into a sweeping dip so that her feet came off the ground. Luce cried out, struggling for a moment, but he smiled.
"Let go of me!"
"Grigori and I have fought a pretty fair fight so far, don't you think?"
She glared at him, her hands pushing against his chest. "Go to Hell."
"You're misunderstanding," he said, drawing her face closer to his. His green eyes bored down at her and she hated that a part of her still felt swept away in his gaze.
"Look, I know things have gotten crazy the past couple of days," he said in a hushed voice, "but I care for you, Luce. Deeply. Don't pick him before you let me have one kiss."
She felt his arms tighten around her, and suddenly, she was scared. They were out of sight of the school, and no one knew where she was.
"It won't change anything," she told him, trying to sound calm.
"Humor me? Pretend I'm a soldier and you're granting my dying wish. I promise, just one kiss."